txolops Chapter 443 - 111: He Not Only Has Resurrection, but Can Also Seal Resurrection?
Chapter 443 - 111: He Not Only Has Resurrection, but Can Also Seal Resurrection?
With the deafening crash of a shattering ornate wooden door, Qin Feng’s figure shot through the rain of splinters like an arrow loosed from a bow. His dark gray suit billowed from the momentum, and the oak fragments scattered at his feet bore the scorch marks of Holy Power.
He held the Beheading Sword, its tip angled toward the floor. The soft scraping of the blade against its sheath was exceptionally clear in the villa’s luxurious yet deathly silent living room.
Seeing this, John crushed the cigar between his fingers, its ashes falling onto a priceless Persian rug.
His previously relaxed posture instantly tensed. With a sweep of his right hand across the tabletop, the Oak Magic Staff leaped into his palm like a nimble snake. The sapphire embedded in its head suddenly erupted with a deep blue light, casting his angular face in flickering shadows.
"Who are you?!"
"What do you want?!"
John’s voice carried a deliberately suppressed shock and anger as his left hand secretly reached for the Guild Emergency Rescue Scroll in his drawer. The villa was patrolled by numerous high-level players and Divine Chosen Soldiers from the Peace Dove Alliance. The fact that this man could sneak silently to his very door, and then dare to kick down the ornate wooden gate he’d spent a fortune on, clearly marked him as a dangerous individual with ill intentions.
Two Lord Players in black suits sitting on the sofa reacted the fastest. They summoned their standard-issue Black Iron Armor, representing the Peace Dove Alliance, with Alliance Badges hanging from their waists. The longswords they gripped tightly in both hands were "Armor-Piercing Blades" enchanted by dwarven blacksmiths, their blades glinting with a faint, cold light.
"You’re courting death!"
Roaring, the Swordsman-type Lord Player on the left lunged forward first. His Longsword whistled through the air as he chopped at Qin Feng’s neck. The move was vicious and direct, clearly the work of a veteran who had long fought on the brink of life and death.
The Swordsman-type Lord Player on the right circled around behind Qin Feng, his sword dipping low to aim straight for his knee joints in an attempt to restrict his movement.
A cold sneer tugged at the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth. His feet remained planted. Just as the Longsword was about to strike, he brought the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, and a golden Holy Power bloomed at their tips.
"Holy Shield!"
Instantly, a translucent golden shield unfurled before him like a dome. Intricate Sacred Patterns flowed across its surface—this was the core defensive skill of a Sigmar Combat Priest.
With a loud CLANG, the left Swordsman-type Lord Player’s Longsword struck the shield’s surface. The impact split the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, and blood dripped down the hilt. He nearly lost his grip on the weapon.
He stared at his blade in disbelief. This level-5 forged weapon, which had once split open the skull of a level-100 Legendary Level Demon Beast, hadn’t left so much as a scratch on his opponent’s shield.
Seeing his chance, the Swordsman-type Lord Player behind Qin Feng swung his sword in a horizontal sweep, the blade whistling sharply as it aimed for Qin Feng’s shins.
But it was as if Qin Feng had eyes in the back of his head. He took a light step back with his left foot, twisted at the waist, and swung the Beheading Sword in his right hand backward in a smooth, golden arc.
"Holy Blade Slash!"
Where the blade passed, Holy Flame erupted. The move not only evaded the Swordsman-type Lord Player’s attack but also carved a charred, black fissure into his armor.
The Swordsman-type Lord Player felt a searing force wash over him. His chest felt as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer, and his entire body was sent flying backward. He crashed heavily against the fireplace’s marble column, let out a muffled groan, and passed out. The Alliance Badge on his chest was sent flying from the impact, rolling to a stop at the edge of the rug.
"Ice Wall!"
However, John’s Spell was now complete. Gripping his Magic Staff with both hands, he unleashed two beams of deep blue light from the sapphire at its head, which landed in the empty space at the center of the living room.
Accompanied by a bone-chilling cold, a three-meter-high, half-meter-thick wall of ice suddenly rose up, its translucent Ice Blades protruding like fangs. It completely separated Qin Feng and John.
"Someone! I need backup! My villa is under attack by an unknown player from Hua Country!"
John’s roar came from behind the Ice Wall, laced with unconcealable panic.
Soon, a low HUM began to reverberate from various parts of the villa—the unique energy resonance of a Teleportation Magic Array activating.
Immediately, faint purple Magic Halos lit up in the corners of the living room, at the turn of the stairs, and even on the embossed patterns of the ceiling. Runes swirled within the light like living creatures.
Evidently, John had already crushed the special emergency rescue scroll from the Player Alliance. After receiving the distress signal, the high-ranking players of the Peace Dove Alliance were sparing no expense with their Magic Power, activating cross-regional Teleportation Skills to rush to his aid.
The first Teleportation Array to form was at the entrance to the second-floor hallway. Within the faint purple halo, two figures in silver-white armor appeared, their Knight’s Long Spears still shimmering with the residual energy of Teleportation.
Next, by the fireplace, a Shadow Mage in a Dark Patterned Robe stumbled out of an Array, steadying himself only by tapping his Magic Staff on the floor. He had clearly forced a shorter casting time on his Teleportation to arrive more quickly.
By the outermost floor-to-ceiling window, another Teleportation Array had barely lit up before three Swordsman Longswords, glinting with a cold light, thrust out from it—clearly a Swordsman team specializing in surprise attacks.
"Bastard!"
"Pig from Hua Country!"
"I don’t care who you are!"
"You’re dead today!"
John’s triumphant, cruel laugh came from behind the Ice Wall. The humming of the Teleportation Arrays continued as more and more energy fluctuations emanated from them: the oppressive presence of a Knight’s Heavy Armor, the sharp edge of a Swordsman’s blade, and the elemental fluctuations of a Mage. It was clear that high-level reinforcements were arriving in a continuous stream.
"The high-level combatants of our Peace Dove Alliance have arrived! There’s no escape for you now!"